[Though he had waited, in that moment where Kazuha had been gazing at him with wide-eyed excitement (and his own heart had skipped at that - with how he looked, like that) to see if he actually meant it. He realises that he wouldn't have been disappointed at all if he did. Not that he minds the alternative, either.
He runs his hand gently down the thigh hooked up around him, calloused palm and fingers sliding over soft, pale skin and scars. His eyes stay on Kazuha's all the while, just looking at him and the way his blush colours his cheeks, then he tips his head curiously and lightly touches the fabric still tied against his hair.]
Is the storm still bothering you?
[Diluc can't even hear it now, save for the occasional blustery gust of wind.]
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[Though he had waited, in that moment where Kazuha had been gazing at him with wide-eyed excitement (and his own heart had skipped at that - with how he looked, like that) to see if he actually meant it. He realises that he wouldn't have been disappointed at all if he did. Not that he minds the alternative, either.
He runs his hand gently down the thigh hooked up around him, calloused palm and fingers sliding over soft, pale skin and scars. His eyes stay on Kazuha's all the while, just looking at him and the way his blush colours his cheeks, then he tips his head curiously and lightly touches the fabric still tied against his hair.]
Is the storm still bothering you?
[Diluc can't even hear it now, save for the occasional blustery gust of wind.]